Delivering Idiots

I'm grateful for these things

These things are grateful for me but

These gifts are plagues.

These plagues are candy coated

I only hope it brings

A smile and all those other

little useless things

But these hands are ties, to an arm

and to an eye that won't abide

I'm not doing that wll today

And self-control was never my forte

So I call a friend

Jeseus with a pager and a Mercedes benz

Cuz there's a limit to ourselves

and all the games we play

It's a metaphor we use to define our day

It's only rhythm

It's only sound

But we're not accustomed to the tempo

and we find it too loud

And all time...

You look like a star

And I talk like a fool

I'm delivering idiots and photographs

It makes me look cool

I'm doing much better today

It's just harder to focus

on the thing I hate

I'm not worried cuz I know

I'll get my vision back

Then at least I'll have a weapon

to defend these attacks

If I could only find a filter

for these tricks

Then I could bury the riddles deep,

deep in the mix

It's not the line

It's more the tones

More often it's the volume

that can make it hit home

It's not the songs

that determine if the record sells

It's the faces in the videos

we know so well

It's the push from the hoers

in the leather chairs

They package our emotions

and they market our fears

It's nothing to be proud about

I've never been one to see writing on walls

Still you call me craxy

Don't walk on in don't expect me to listen

Don't you try to save me

Because I'm too impatient of tall

explanations that

Make you feel like,

You've really reached me

I'm changing my ways, I believe

Don't talk about

What happened 14 hours ago

It's ok if you smile

Ok if you smile. But please